I never cease to be disappointed by the American conception of parks. In my mind, when I hear the word, I think of China's wild fenced in gardens, full of secret paths and exotic greenery. I recently went to a park with some friends that turned out to be nothing more than a giant lawn with an asphalt ribbon encircling it. The thing was like a wind tunnel inviting March's biting breath to freeze us all and there wasn't a single thing to hold mine or my son's interest. It doubles my resolve to landscape my little acre into a flora paradise.